Thinking about it, why wouldn't you take the underwear with you? Underwear can be expensive if you're getting anything more comfortable than Hanes tighty-whities. And women's underwear is even more expensive, apparently.

I'm all for people doing what it takes if they need a little exhibitionism to get their jollies, but that could get expensive.

CSB Time:As students in a major no-screwing-on-campus college, there was basically one thing on our mind: how to manage to screw on campus. One day, my girlfriend and I were navigating one of the more labyrinthine paths between semi-adjacent academic buildings, and the stairs we usually took were blocked by a bunch of other students doing some kind of physics experiment. So we went down the stairs to the cafeteria kitchen in the basement where there was a utility elevator. Normally, it was only used to bring food up to the regeants' dining room, but it went to every floor on the building. We figured we'd ride it just this once.

We hailed one of the food service staffers and asked if we could ride up with him due to the blocked passage. He said "sure" and then we got in. They were bringing up food carts, and the door wanted to close. So instead of pressing the door-open button, he just pulled the "emergency stop" button out halfway. When I looked at what he did, he said that it made the elevator stop working, but didn't ring the bell if you didn't pull it out all the way. They used it all the time when they needed to load a lot of stuff into the elevator and didn't want to mess with the doors closing on them.

Bingo! The rest of that semester and part of the next year, my girlfriend and I made frequent late night visits to the "Elevator of Love." We'd just pull the stop button out halfway between floors, spread a couple of yoga mats (easily hidden in backpacks) on the floor, and spend a little "us" time.

As with all good things, word got out (OK, I might have bragged about it once or twice). Then two students who were unclear on the concept of "halfway" got caught because they made the alarm ring, which made a security guard suspicious, which made him try to use the elevator, which was stuck between floors for ten minutes or so. When two obviously post-coital students emerged, he turned them in, and they were expelled for violating the morals' agreement. A camera was installed, and that was that.

Of course, by that time, my girlfriend and I had found out that you could get into the gym's physical therapy room by opening an access panel in the adjacent social studies building. The panel opened into an interstitial space that held shared utility stuff, like water pipes, conduit, etc. An identical, also unlocked, panel led to the physical therapy room. And since the gym was locked up after 10PM, there were never any guards to worry about. Physical therapy rooms have oodles of good stuff, including massage tables (much nicer than dirty elevator floors), padded floors, and lots of foam blocks in various shapes and sizes (one of which earned a special name: Mr. Underbutt.) Once, we even tiptoed over to the swimming pool and had a very non-baptist naked pool party for two.

bagumpity:CSB Time:As students in a major no-screwing-on-campus college, there was basically one thing on our mind: how to manage to screw on campus. One day, my girlfriend and I were navigating one of the more labyrinthine paths between semi-adjacent academic buildings, and the stairs we usually took were blocked by a bunch of other students doing some kind of physics experiment. So we went down the stairs to the cafeteria kitchen in the basement where there was a utility elevator. Normally, it was only used to bring food up to the regeants' dining room, but it went to every floor on the building. We figured we'd ride it just this once.

We hailed one of the food service staffers and asked if we could ride up with him due to the blocked passage. He said "sure" and then we got in. They were bringing up food carts, and the door wanted to close. So instead of pressing the door-open button, he just pulled the "emergency stop" button out halfway. When I looked at what he did, he said that it made the elevator stop working, but didn't ring the bell if you didn't pull it out all the way. They used it all the time when they needed to load a lot of stuff into the elevator and didn't want to mess with the doors closing on them.

Bingo! The rest of that semester and part of the next year, my girlfriend and I made frequent late night visits to the "Elevator of Love." We'd just pull the stop button out halfway between floors, spread a couple of yoga mats (easily hidden in backpacks) on the floor, and spend a little "us" time.

As with all good things, word got out (OK, I might have bragged about it once or twice). Then two students who were unclear on the concept of "halfway" got caught because they made the alarm ring, which made a security guard suspicious, which made him try to use the elevator, which was stuck between floors for ten minutes or so. When two obviously post-coital students emerged, he turned them in, and they were expelled for violating the morals' agreement. A camera ...

Having seen countless hours of security camera footage some of it including elevators, I have to sadly admit that the most exciting thing I have seen happen in the elevators under my scrutiny is couples kissing. It seems like a great many people find that an elevator makes for a great kissing booth (occupied by other folk or no...)

bagumpity:Of course, by that time, my girlfriend and I had found out that you could get into the gym's physical therapy room by opening an access panel in the adjacent social studies building. The panel opened into an interstitial space that held shared utility stuff, like water pipes, conduit, etc. An identical, also unlocked, panel led to the physical therapy room. And since the gym was locked up after 10PM, there were never any guards to worry about. Physical therapy rooms have oodles of good stuff, including massage tables (much nicer than dirty elevator floors), padded floors, and lots of foam blocks in various shapes and sizes (one of which earned a special name: Mr. Underbutt.) Once, we even tiptoed over to the swimming pool and had a very non-baptist naked pool party for two.

literotica.com, sir. get to work. I'd write stories, but the best college stories I have involve things like my cheerleader astrophysicist gf giving me a bj before i went off to the club to discourage me from finding other girls, then finding a couple of hot bi roommates who wanted to take me home but not being able to find them again at closing time. Things just never quite worked out the way i wanted them to :-/